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Falconer

Despite our flying through these years
You took my doubts, I felt your fears
From all the secrets that we kept
Lying between us as we slept

What is this thirst, these liquid gleams?
A need to drink from sunlit beams
Cascading through eyes open wide
Where human soul awaits inside

She wears a dress and auburn crown
A woman of no small renown
The one who fast became my muse
The love I cannot stand to lose

She lies awake and calls me in
My wild one, my Peregrine

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